Bits and pieces

[y=mx+b]

today I saw her... shes in my class... but tody I saw her in passing. Well... I was getting out of the elevator. She didn't see me at first... sitting there at the table working on her homework. Her black hair tucked just behind her ear, exposing her soft dark skinned cheek and her cute little nose and soft ethnic lips.

she didn't see me... but I saw her. Like always my heart sorta melted. She is quiet and well poised... subserviant yet powerful, and timidly smart.

I stopped and set my bag on the ground. I did this for two reasons. First was to put my papers in it. Secondly was to perhaps get her attention... to get her to see me. Not that I was looking for her admiration... but rather to exchange smiles with her.

After putting the papers in my bag I looked back in her direction... and there were her dark black doe like eyes looking at me through her so perfectly picked out frames of her glasses.

like that... across the hall... before I made my way outside... we met. Students oblivious to our exchange walked between us physically... but not emotionally. I smiled... as did she. And for a second we held each other... sharing the same feeling of irrational attraction. Two individuals aware of the feelings that are being felt and understanding them for what they are.

and like that... the only kiss we can complete is accomplished.

She looks back down to her book... I continue my way out the door.

 

[FnA]

Neat moment, Y. I'm re-discovering those kinds of moments. It's strange, I feel like, in some ways, I've been asleep - not connecting with people in those little, seemingly unimportant ways. And yet, it's those little interactions that make life so sweetly interesting.

 

[y=mx+b]

Neat moment, Y. I'm re-discovering those kinds of moments. It's strange, I feel like, in some ways, I've been asleep - not connecting with people in those little, seemingly unimportant ways. And yet, it's those little interactions that make life so sweetly interesting.

indeed.

As soon as we made eyecontact the first time in class there developed this strange... almost spiritual bond between us... a mutual attraction. It was just this past week that we've actually spoke to each other.

She used to sit across the room... now she's gotten to sitting at the same row of tables as me one seat away.

I may be a bit assumptive... and perhaps out there with this feeling... but I feel as if we could simply sit and cuddle without ever really knowing each other. There is just this sense of already established comfort. I like to think it's mutual... but one can never ever be too sure.

given that I'm married (and probably 12yrs her senior)... it's not really all that appropriate anyway.

 

[FnA]

I'm chuckling softly at that last part.

see, that's the thing, I've been giving this a lot of thought lately - Haven been married for so long, and being the type of woman I am with a husband that was more likely to feel like too much friendliness on my part was flirting - I've tuned out the opposite sex for a long time. I'm not aware when a man notices me, and if I am to some extent - like you stated above, I kind of assume it's just me being presumptuous and I wave it off.

But lately, I've been trying to change that - to meet men's eyes, smile if I'm moved to, don't if I'm not. To "look" around me, be aware, and not so timid. And I'm learning that if you sense that a feeling like that is mutual, it probably is.

This is even further removed than your experience - In the afternoons when I'm coming home, I sit at a left turn. It's a busy intersection and I'm usually sitting there a while. Last week sometime, a truck turned right onto the street I was sitting on and was then facing me as it sped by.

I don't know why or how but through two windshields and across 50 fee of asphalt, my eyes met the eyes of the man driving the truck. It was a flash, nothing more.

funny thing is a few days later, he turned at about the same time, and I was sitting there waiting. And then again today. But today, it was like he and I both looked up and expected to see each other. We smiled at the moment. And that's all it was. But it lifted my spirits and put a spring in my step when I got out of my car a few minutes later.

 

[y=mx+b]

the sense we get are interesting.

the are also a gamble. Yet... I ask myself if they really are, or if we all our trying to protect ourselves from appearing the fool.

This girl has not been the first... and I doubt she will be the last... that made me feel inclined to tell her as we part our ways at the last day of class how much she's made me look forward to attending class. Not so much because of her striking beauty but because of her over all disposition... her sensual calming affect.

Which I find equally interesting... in spite of her young age and the insecurity it brings there really is a comforting affect about her.

 

[y=mx+b]

She's still working at the store I used to work at.

I wasn't married at the time... but was in the planning stages of it. I didn't tell anyone around here because I got sick of everybody back home giving me their two cents about marriage. They all new I had a girlfriend... but they were all clueless as to how involved our relationship was.

It was kinda neat seeing how everybody assumed that I was "just dating" and listening to people talk shit about relationships and marriage and what have you. Looking back I can see where they are coming from... yet at the same time I cannot.

fact of the matter is that life and all of which makes it up is uncertain.


I had "taken a week off" from work when I got married. Of course the night before our department was awarded a free meal and drinks at a fancy eatery place where I got shitfaced. During a moment of brotherly bonding with a friend I spilled the beans as to what I was actually going to be doing during my week off. I knew he would tell... but by the time he did I'd be gone and I wouldn't have to put up with any of the crap talk either assuring me it's the right and "beautiful" thing to do... or the "marriage is for suckers" talk

prior to all this I befriended a woman. it was nothing spectacular or all that involved. we would just talk during work and exchange eyecontact of frustrations as the working days dragged on. I guess I kinda felt her attraction to me, but it never really made me concerned. I kept my distance interms of social contact and interpersonal communication.

When I came back to work a married man I was met with a sense of gratitude mixed with a sense of betrail... these people were my friends... how could I not have let them know! but yet... at the same time they knew why and admired me for it.

It wasn't long before she came looking for me. It was funny... kinda like in one of those movies. As soon as she came into site all my friends simply kinda left me. As soon as she got close enough she grabbed my left hand and saw the ring.

the world sank.


I will never forget the look on her face and the glassyness of her eyes as they began to tear up. They only got so far... her Italian resolve kept her strong. She didn't say a word. She let go of my hand and began to walk away. I was about to follow... but she stopped me with her body posture and a slight motion of her hand before she brought it up to her face.

I watched her walk around the corner and that was the last of our friendship. We still saw eachother at work... we still talked... but the conversations were empty.

 

[FnA]

Is it wrong that that is what I crave in my life now?

I don't want forever, not yet. I don't want to meet the "one" - I'm not ready for him. I suppose when I meet him, if I ever meet him, I will be immediately ready again, but where I am now is not where I need to be for that to be what it should, and i know it.

Rather, right now, I just crave those little moments. I crave a connection with the social human race that is not binding or limiting, where possibilities exist and create the feeling of being alive and build anticipation. I crave the indefinable reality and importance of one other person, whose rippled effect on my life will be slight in the big picture, but immeasurably poignant in the small snapshot of mere moments. Because how slight is it really when all is said and done?

Is it wrong that this is what I crave in my life right now?

 

[y=mx+b]

Is it wrong that that is what I crave in my life now?

I don't want forever, not yet. I don't want to meet the "one" - I'm not ready for him. I suppose when I meet him, if I ever meet him, I will be immediately ready again, but where I am now is not where I need to be for that to be what it should, and i know it.

Rather, right now, I just crave those little moments. I crave a connection with the social human race that is not binding or limiting, where possibilities exist and create the feeling of being alive and build anticipation. I crave the indefinable reality and importance of one other person, whose rippled effect on my life will be slight in the big picture, but immeasurably poignant in the small snapshot of mere moments. Because how slight is it really when all is said and done?

Is it wrong that this is what I crave in my life right now?

what is life if it is not a series of snap-shots we can look upon when we are alone?

To look upon and remember how it felt not only for you to live... but for another to live as well?

we should not crave this at any one point in life... but in all points in life.

 

[FnA]

what is life if it is not a series of snap-shots we can look upon when we are alone?

To look upon and remember how it felt not only for you to live... but for another to live as well?

we should not crave this at any one point in life... but in all points in life.

So true. Why is it that those are the moments we give up first? Only to wake up later and question how it was that we fell so completely asleep.

 

[y=mx+b]

So true. Why is it that those are the moments we give up first? Only to wake up later and question how it was that we fell so completely asleep.

perhaps for that very reason.
Dante wrote that there is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

What's better than a memory of joyful moments we let go to subdue the bitter misery of life? Had we not have let go, how would they be able to serve us when we need them most?

 

[y=mx+b]

a scar

 

[y=mx+b]

The Mrs and I just finished having sex. Crazy good sex.


I don't even know why I'm here posting. I feel I should be sleeping. I guess I just felt like sharing.

it amazes me how it just keeps getting better and better.

-out-

 

[y=mx+b]

She had made her sensual beauty known to me... unfortunate I could only taste her with my eyes and feel her with my ears.

her breathing... the rise and fall of her chest. Seeing her bend over... wanting to feel my lips between hers. It was as if I could feel her heat against my face. I wanted to call out... I wanted to beg... dare I say... I wanted to cry?

Her hair was lovely and looked so soft... fine threads of sensuality. You wouldn't think it... but it was then that I felt myself become physically excited with her so near to me... yet so far.

exposed... she could tell.

a glance down of her darting daring eye and I could hide nothing... not my blush... not my sense of desparation... not my desire to feel parts of her one cannot see.

a smirk... it was my only reward.

I would be a liar to say that it had not angered me. But she knew it would... but what she didn't know was that it also gave her away. She was mine just as I was hers.

Perhaps I had it easier? True she had distant physical domination over me... but I had her mind. And what's more dreadful than being free to act... but not free from impulse?

her mind was on my cock... wishing it was in her mouth instead. Feeling my hard satin flesh upon her tongue... feeling it swell and react against the back of her throat... cupping my warm testicals within the palm of her hand... studying the pliable texture of them between her hand and my body as she softly pulled and played, rolled and tugged.

her smirk may have been smug... her eyes were pleading... not with me... but with herself. Pleading for her to stay strong... to prove that she could remain in control... but her posture soon gave out. She lost an element she wasn't aware of... an element that I picked up and held tightly in my bound hands behind the wooden dining chair I was sitting on... so naked and exposed.

Yes, she was free... but not free of me.

 

[y=mx+b]

.....

 

[Lorali82]

.....

This is a beautiful shot.

Heaved a sigh out of me.

 

[y=mx+b]

This is a beautiful shot.

Heaved a sigh out of me.

thank you... it heaved a sigh out of me as well.


well... maybe more than a sigh. But I'll talk about that part later.

 

[LotusDreamer]

She had made her sensual beauty known to me... unfortunate I could only taste her with my eyes and feel her with my ears.

her breathing... the rise and fall of her chest. Seeing her bend over... wanting to feel my lips between hers. It was as if I could feel her heat against my face. I wanted to call out... I wanted to beg... dare I say... I wanted to cry?

Her hair was lovely and looked so soft... fine threads of sensuality. You wouldn't think it... but it was then that I felt myself become physically excited with her so near to me... yet so far.

exposed... she could tell.

a glance down of her darting daring eye and I could hide nothing... not my blush... not my sense of desparation... not my desire to feel parts of her one cannot see.

a smirk... it was my only reward.

I would be a liar to say that it had not angered me. But she knew it would... but what she didn't know was that it also gave her away. She was mine just as I was hers.

Perhaps I had it easier? True she had distant physical domination over me... but I had her mind. And what's more dreadful than being free to act... but not free from impulse?

her mind was on my cock... wishing it was in her mouth instead. Feeling my hard satin flesh upon her tongue... feeling it swell and react against the back of her throat... cupping my warm testicals within the palm of her hand... studying the pliable texture of them between her hand and my body as she softly pulled and played, rolled and tugged.

her smirk may have been smug... her eyes were pleading... not with me... but with herself. Pleading for her to stay strong... to prove that she could remain in control... but her posture soon gave out. She lost an element she wasn't aware of... an element that I picked up and held tightly in my bound hands behind the wooden dining chair I was sitting on... so naked and exposed.

Yes, she was free... but not free of me.

I can't breathe...

You've convinced me, I want to lose control wi' you.

 

[y=mx+b]

I can't breathe...

You've convinced me, I want to lose control wi' you.

if only I could bring you to that point.

 

[y=mx+b]

she is so pretty...
talking on the phone...
or just waking up.
Walking out of the shower...
tired from a long days work.

Her smile...
what's not to like?


I like her.

 

[y=mx+b]

and she says she likes me!

 

[SultryLover]

Oh..my...gawd!

 

[y=mx+b]

I wonder if she'll let me snuggle my face in her crotch tonight.

...just for a little bit.



I know it may sound tacky, or invasive... but damnit, I like it. I don't know why, but I do. It's funny because she'll be topless and just wearing her panties while she lays in bed and were will my face want to be? That's right... in her crotch, kissing the inside of her thighs... wondering if there stands a chance she'd allow me to pull them aside and make my way closer towards the center of her body.

 

[mrsmiawallace]

Just so you girls know, he looks even better in person!!

 

[HappyMisha]

Wow. That is a beautiful shot. So intimate.

 

[y=mx+b]

I remember sitting there, looking at her and wondering what to say next. I knew what I wanted to say... I just didn't know how to say it. The small talk was honest and most sincere, both in speaking and listening.

I loved watching her lips as she spoke her words. They were a perfect match for the beautiful tone of her voice. Every time she looked into my eyes it was as if we were already doing what we have been wanting to do for the past hour or so. Yet there I sat in my chair... and she sat on the couch... speaking, pausing, laughing, listening, playing with her hands, watching me watch her, watching my lips move, listening to my voice, looking into my eyes...

It was late... I asked if she would like a quilt or blanket to cover her. She declined saying that she was okay. There was a pause, and in one of the purest of moments I had ever experienced I found myself speaking the words I hadn't even thought of yet...


"Would you like me to cover you?"





It was as if the flood gates of two opposing rivers had opened as she looked up at me and nodded a quiet nod "yes".

Without thought... without concern I stood up, walked over to where she was curled up on the couch, softly sat right next to her and quietly thread my arm back behind her head while the other rested upon her thigh.

I can't say that I wasn't nervous. I was... but it was the good kind of nervous... the kind you want to feel.

I was there... we were there... clothed, but touching each other. How exactly we ended up kissing I don't remember exactly. I remember touching her face... and stroking her hair. I remember wanting to kiss her so badly. In my mind I already was, but in reality my lips were fractions away from her cheek, and seconds away from her lips.

I remember her breathing... I remember thinking that it was all I could hear. Nothing existed in life except for us. We were clothed... yet we were naked. She was there... in my arms... just as our lips met for the very first time.

Forever this moment is with me... forever this moment shall be kept.